Bungou Stray Dogs Novels & Stories

“I know you can but as you said, if it doesn’t work out for both of us, we can always find you, right?” Martin just shook his head knowing that when Saucy was this determined, he could never get her to change her mind. The following day, Martin and Bruno chose a busy area - lots of restaurants, groceries, and shops but lots of danger, too. Aside from the buses, cars and other vehicles, they heard the town had a strict rule on stray dogs. They decided they would take their chances there.

“You’ll want the left wall. The right’s colder.” I step inside, and the floor crunches underfoot—salt, scattered thick as if to keep something from growing. I kneel, run my fingers through it, and find bits of fur, old nail, the flecks of whatever happened to the last wolf who lived here. He follows me in, glances at the wall, then at the blank stretch of stone above the cot. Tacked there with a rusted spike is a parchment, written in a precise, formal hand: CONTAINMENT PROTOCOL, STRAY MOON:

The sound of their heavy breathing filled the air. I smirked coldly at their entangled bodies and pressed "save" on the recording, thinking, "James Fullman, enjoy the calm before the storm."

Unfortunately, the roads weren't designed to handle this kind of volume, and the Governor was too stupid to allow evacuees to drive on the opposite side of the highway coming out of the coastal towns. People have run out of gas, which has caused even bigger problems as they abandon their cars on the road. They're out of their cars talking to other travelers around them, throwing footballs, playing Frisbee and hacky sack; the Charleston hippies are out in full force. The rain has let up, and passengers sit on the hoods of their cars having picnics and sharing food with strangers. It's like they're out for a Sunday drive and not trying to avoid the storm of the century.

My new puppy, Bonbon, has chocolate brown fur, and she is just a cutie, tiring Champ with her playfulness every day. I was called to our packland’s border because some rogues asked for entrance. As I arrive, I take a moment to observe the scene from my seat. It seems they are not here to fight. They look like a father with three pups. “Beta Nate.” one of the guards approaches me, while another stays close to the intruders. This was not what I expected when I received a mind link that rogues had been spotted at the border. “Hi, Scott. What do we have here?” I ask, looking at the intruders while petting my dogs’ heads.

Most of them were women with kids and they looked sick too. "Oh those are the people who come here to seek medical help, most of them are strays," Mr. Jim said. Strays are werewolf and Lycans shifters who are let their packs for different reasons, most of them survive but some let their inner beasts take over and become feral, "They are staying just outside the main gates... in the forest," "Why aren't they getting help then?" I ask. "Well, they do sometimes but they come back again with more injuries or illnesses, the cold just worsens their situation," He responded sadly.

It was revolting at first glance. Among the caged dogs, many were dogs with a pedigree like Nani. They probably got lost just like her. There were also some stray dogs. Dogs understood human emotions. At that moment, they all looked pitifully outside, aware of their fate. Even the ones pushed to the edge of the cage were trembling. The dog thieves had already been subdued. They were baffled. They had been caught by the police before but had never encountered such a large group of non-police.

“I want you alive.” The Councilor’s eyes narrowed. “This is irregular.” “So am I,” Ronan said flatly. “I will answer for it.” Silence stretched. Finally, the Councilor inclined his head. “The Council will observe.” Ronan nodded once. It was done. The wolves began to disperse, whispers following them like smoke. Chains were removed entirely. Someone draped a cloak over my shoulders black, heavy, marked with a silver sigil that burned against my skin. Claimed.

Boo catapulted out of nowhere, down the dock and I threw myself in front of Landry. “They are fine,” I assured him. Sensing what often happened, between Bri and the dog. I didn’t want Landry to overreact. “Boo just wants her orders,” I told him his eyes observing Bri stoop to the ground, cupping her face. Eyes intent on each other she kissed the dog's snout before Boo licked her once and ran to sit at the front door. Our last line of defense, a Catahoula cur.